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Behold, the attempt at Magical Girl-ing Punz’s island dress (and brunette hair because I never see MG Punz with short hair)

I switched around some color placements and then took the beads from her hair and added them other places. Not entirely unhappy with the result, but this one was pretty challenging in comparison to the other 2 dresses I’ll do later lmao

I have no idea what her weapon would be! A really long handled frying pan? I bet her attack is very glowy.

Happy Valentines Day!!

🦀

I just came home and noticed that somehow I left my Sonic plush this way. (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)⸰𖥔 ͙ࣳ

Just look at him. Like what was lil bro doing to get so tired?? (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ₊♡⁺

OMG I LOVE THIS!!!!

Requests are open?? Sweet! Can we request a fluff scenario( that follows Coswave breeding kink ) where SW is waiting outside the medbay, and then hours later, he gets to hold his and Cosmos’s sparkling for the first time? Bonus points if there is more than one sparkling, please :3

I guess I can also put fluff stuff here, especially since this request was a continuation

Anywho, hope this is fluffy enough for you!

Soundwave paces the hall of the hospital, his footsteps echo loudly in his audials as his pedes land on the white linoleum. The occasional doctor or nurse would pass by him and give him knowing smiles and reassuring gestures but that didn’t stop the worry in his spark. It didn’t matter that they were in the best hospital with the best equipment and none other than Ratchet overseeing the emergence, he still worries because his Conjunx and future sparklings are in there. He had researched and re-researched every possible outcome, every possible outcome, and every estimate for a twin emergence so he knows that now they were approaching the averaged maximum length of a standard emergence. Too much longer and there would be the risk of complication just from taking too much time to complete the emergence. He goes through his mental checklist again for what must be the twentieth time in just the past ten minutes, checking he has everything to make Cosmos comfortable during his recovery and to take care of newborn sparklings.

Soundwave paces again, going through the actual physical space of every item in their home, mapping everything out in his mind and feels a bit calmer. He stops and checks his chronometer to find it to be twenty-two minutes from the maximum average and starts pacing again. Terrible thoughts of the very worst outcome flood his mind, panic settles in as he suppresses the urge to activate his combat protocols in the middle of a hospital. Every piece of his programming is screaming at him to go in and protect his family but he knows, logically, that the doctors know exactly what they’re doing, they certainly know better than him. Even if something does go wrong there’s no way he could help. Soundwave knows communication systems, code, programming, hacking, and several alien languages but there is nothing in his repertoire that would be of any use to his family right now. Feeling defeated, he finally sits on the empty chair that had been provided for him tries to clear his mind. For the first time in a very long time, Soundwave feels completely and utterly useless.

The door opens and he looks up to find Ratchet, smiling warmly down at him, and in a moment, all the fear in Soundwave’s spark vanishes. He really is grateful that former Autobot CMO agreed to oversee the emergence for Soundwave truly believes that if any other doctor had stepped through and smiled, he would not feel the same comfort, the same assuredness that he does now. With a friendly pat on Soundwave’s back, Ratchet leads him into the room where Cosmos rests, exhausted from what Soundwave can tell from his field but undeniably happy while holding two bundles in his arms. He steps to stand by the side of the bed and embraces Cosmos in a side hug, looking down at their sparklings. They’re too young to even begin telling what their altmodes might be but he can see that they’re both a muted green with dark blue highlights and when one opens their optics to look at him, they’re a soft blue. In this very moment, he decides he’s never seen more perfect beings, more perfect transformers than his little sparklings.

“Identical twins,” Ratchet calls over with no small amount of mirth, “that’ll be tricky. You won’t be able to tell them apart half the time and they’ll always be getting some kind of trouble together.”

Soundwave shakes his helm, reaching down to pick up on of his sparklings from Cosmos. He can feel the quiet in this one, how all they wish to do is listen and rest while they’re sibling wants nothing more than to be able to walk already so they can see and explore. There is no denying the stark difference between the two if you can see the world as he can.

“They’re not identical,” he says softly, petting the helm of his newborn, “not to me.”

Cosmos smiles and nods, “Well, I’m not as attuned to that sort of thing as you are so I may need your help sometimes.”

Soundwave removes his mask and takes Cosmos’s free hand to kiss it, “Always.”

As relieved as he was when Ratchet had first come to fetch him, that could never compare to the joy and relief he feels now seeing his Conjunx and sparklings well, actually holding his healthy and whole sparkling. The sparkling in his arms reaches up and stretches their little arms to blink open their optics to look up at him. Very softly, almost too soft to hear, they let out a long note that’s not unlike the synths from Earth and an immediate wave of affection comes over Soundwave for his sparkling. He ducks his helm as he’s absolutely overcome with a tide of love for his little sparkling. Before he can hold it back, his shoulders are shaking and his optics fritz with unrelenting delight. He helped make this small being and they and their sibling are all his and Cosmos’s, nothing could be better, the universe could gift him no greater joy.

“So,” Comos calls over, smiling warmly at how taken Soundwave is with their sparkling, “what should we name them?”

The question makes Soundwave freeze as his mind draws a blank. He’d prepared for everything, every contingency, every possible thing they would need…

“I don’t… know,” Soundwave replies softly and flinches at Ratchet’s bark of laughter.

Cosmos, to Soundwave’s mortification, joins Ratchet in a peel of laughter, one of Soundwave’s favorite sounds when it isn’t directed at him.

“Well,” Cosmos finally manages to say as his fit of laughter dies down, “I was thinking maybe Echo and Logos. How does that sound?”

Soundwave straightens up and rather grumpily stares at his Conjunx, “If you already had names picked out, why did you inquire as to my decision?”

Cosmos tries to fight back a broad smile but fails, “I just wanted to see the look on your face when I asked. I know you’ve been too worried to think of anything like that.”

Sighing, Soundwave returns to Cosmos’s sides and gives him a quick kiss, “I think those names are wonderful.”

“Good,” Cosmos smiles up at him, making Soundwave feel like the luckiest mech on Cybertron.

day 7: keep warm

(not a ship. just a snippet of a play session i had)

... ♥

been thinking about them a lot lately

Estoy haciendo un PowerPoint sobre la historia de mis ocs :P

Happy 4/13 everyone! Hope youre having a happy homestuck day!! :D

Ive been working on this project for a long time, im glad i get to finally share my clay figurine with the world!!! :]

+ bonus sketches! Really dont ask me how i went from those to the final ive got no idea either

Tabitha and Tonio's Galactic wonderland

By:Patrice Alhambra (My friend)

SHE'S HOLDING HER FEETZYS

sketched some more maskless quirrels, since i wasn't all too fond of what i had :]

some little gay bug sketches :]

bonus under cut

i like to think quirrel is actually very very bad at cooking. made with love of course but probably a very unique experience. burn the water season the stew with herbal tea forget how to cut a vegetable type situations

(hollow, i think, would likely not mind. they are not the type of critter i’d expect to have a typical idea of what tastes good. they probably make their own Atrocious Soup which is in turn thoroughly enjoyed)

hm sofft vessel

(obligatory close-up)

Chibi like Broken Vessel I drew awhile ago for my friend @skys-stupid-blog, they love this silly little guy :3 I’m prob gonna redraw this at some point in my current style :>

a plentiful harvest

Sometimes it’s the other way around.

[A little ode to my inner child. We’re goin’ places, kid.]

this is my gf she goes to another school 🤧

Waljas surfaces mid-fight 😭

AHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHGGGGGGHHHGHHGGGHHHHHHH 😍💕🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖✨✨✨✨

awwwwwwweeeeeee THANKS SOOO MUCHHHHHHHHHH LOVEEEE ITTTTT OMGGGGGGG OMGGG OMGGG 💕✨💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

love the artwork, yall go support this artist 🥺😁

sooo cool

@dackychansworldofhoshinos FOR U!! 🙌🙌 rlly liked these twos designs and wanted to try drawing their hair jashfj hope u like ittt!!

braids

My headcanon is that Tome would bully reigen and serizawa (lovingly) into making a cryptid factor type podcast with her. I mean… they have so much material to draw from…

My lamb design and their Narinder:)

Narinder loves to make his lamb laugh, and the lamb will laugh at his purring cause it's the most precious and sweet thing for them

They're just 💜🤏🏼

MP100 Bug Hunting. I think BIC need to interact more with spirit n such.

I didn't expect that at all 😺🤣

MODZY HERE!: SAIKI KUSUO~~~

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR, TSUDERE PSYCHIC!!

^ BIRTHDAY ART. ^ CHIBI DOODLE

NO ONE WILL EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU SAIKI KUSUO

MODZY LOVES YALLS REBLOGS BTW :3 <33

(someone ask questions haha)

I’m obsessed with them a normal amount.

Ben Barnes and Patrick Gibson at “Shadow and Bone” red carpet premiere 09/03/2023

Then Luke—through mechanisms beyond Din’s conception—maybe the Force allowed jedi to store items in convenient subspace cavities—pulled a live frog out of his pocket. The blue thing kicked its legs in Luke’s gloved hand and Grogu reached for it. Questions ricocheted around Din’s head in a panic. Where did he get that thing? Where was he keeping it this whole time? How is it? Still alive? did he—Magic? Jedi magic?

Yet the only question that managed to stumble out through Din’s vocoder was: “Um. Is that for Grogu?”

“Yeah, it’s for both of us,” said Luke with a small, sunny smile.

No, thought Din quietly.

“You want a snack, Grogu?”

And before Din could look away, Luke’s mouth enclosed around the frog’s small, terrified head and with sharp nod he separated its head from its body. Din sighed in horror. The baby cheered.

“This is how me and Master Yoda used to split lunch back on Dagobah,” said Luke in between the crunch of cartilage. He handed a giggling Grogu the body. “Well, if he thought I worked hard enough that day, hah. And these were more like appetizers.”

How was it still alive? Did you get this from Dagobah? We’ve been away from the ship for two days. How was it still alive? Why does it smell like boiled bantha? Why??

Grogu gulped the body down with little resistance and Luke bounced the child on his hip. “That’ll tide ‘em over until we get back to the speeders. You okay, love?”

“Sure,” said Din. “Yes.”